Hair Day

Just got home from getting my hair cut.  Did the same thing yesterday too.   Women and our hair stylists are a make it or break it kind of relationship.   I had been going to the same stylist for a couple of years.  I found her when we first moved here, to North Carolina and when she opened her own shop, I followed her.   So, that makes well over 2 years I have invested in hair care.

  I'm not one to wear the same style forever, unlike my mother, who had the same style as long as I can remember. She got her hair "done" on Monday and it was wrapped and protected   A brush never touched it until the next Monday.  I know, I can't imagine that either, but that's what they did years ago, and for 30 years afterwards apparently.    I've shown photos of me and my hair from the long to the short of it.  For a while in the 1970's I thought I was a young black woman and sported an afro, as you can see.

In the last 4 or 5 years, I've gone a little Sharon ... and no, mine is not red.  That would take a lot of maintenance.  It used to be dark brown and now it is mostly gray, which happened a year ago.  It didn't suddenly turn gray a year ago.  No, that started happening when I was in high school.  Thanks Dad.  I just got tired of coloring it a year ago.  I'm coming to terms with it.  Big sigh.........

At first all was well, but slowly, my stylist kept cutting it shorter and shorter and all I was left with was 6 hairs glued to my cheeks, bangs like a 3rd grader,  and no fullness.  I realized where this was headed.

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Remember Susan Powter?  "Stop the Insanity" ???     So I stopped.... I canceled my appointment with my now "former" stylist, a month ago, ( had to have more time for it to grow)  and went back to the shop where I had found her.  That's where I found 21 year old Samantha.   I explained my dilema and told her to error on the side of too long rather than too short.  I showed her this picture of Sharon and she still left it a little long so that it didn't spike, it split.  That's OK.  That's fixable.  So, that's what she did today.  

I stopped in at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription and the pharmacist said, " Wow, your hair is really getting long!"   So I guess Samantha got it right.

Long Live Hair Pieces

I had to join in the fun of posting my fake hair experience too.  Kathy, from Reflections by Kathy (see her button on my page) posted about wearing wigs in the 1970s.  My hair fad came in 1968, when I was Senior in high school.  There were not many that were that brave, but enough, that I had to join in.  I think this picture was about 1970.  It looks like I was going for a Mrs. Daniel Boone look-a-like, but that really was unintended.

That dress touched the ground, but under it were lace up knee high "granny boots".  My remember they made my feet stink horribly so once those babies were on, they stayed on. My own hair was wrapped into a big pinned bun on top of my head and this mass of curls was then dug into the bun by attached combs.  Yes, by the end of the day, I had a headache.  Another case of suffering for vanity.

I went to wig styling classes to learn how to do that.  Those curls took forever to do too.

After I had cut my hair, I also had a smaller hairpiece that just perched on the back part of the crown of my head  to add height.  It pretty much blended in. Then they were gone.  Another fashion fad hit the dust.  I'm surprised they never made another appearance.  They could have done well in all that big 80's hair.

I had that dress for years.  After I had children, it was stuffed and became the body of a witch for Halloween, on my front porch.  Minus the boots.  I think they had to be burned.